Nude Model - Art Class

My divorce was finalized and my
ex-husband was getting married. My daughter was leaving for
college. She was accepted with full scholarship; the school was
3,000 miles away. I would be living alone for the first time in
five years. I didn't mind. I had my job and my art to keep me
busy. I enrolled in an adult art class at the community college
near my house that met two evenings a week. I took the class
partially to improve my techniques but mostly out of boredom.
There were 22 students in our class, mostly women. About six
weeks into the class we were scheduled to have a male model come
to class and pose naked for us to sketch. Most of the students
were serious about art and at least pretended this was something
they did all the time. We sat at our desks with our sketch pads
and pencils waiting for the model to arrive. Mr. Jacobs was
reviewing work we had done at home when our model entered the
classroom. He was young by my standards, about 22 I would guess.
He was tall and had long black hair tied back into a pony tail.
He wore a robe and slippers and carried a towel. Mr. Jacobs
explained that he would do a series of 10 minute poses.

"Hello, my name is John. How are
you all tonight?" John said addressing the class.

Some people announced they were
fine, other said nothing.

John bought over a chair and put
his folded towel on it. Then he took off his robe and slippers
and set them on an empty table. John had a muscular body but not
overly so. He was a little on the heavy side but seemed to be in
good shape. John started his timer and then sat on the chair
resting his arm on his knee. He stared at the corner of the room
and did not make eye contact with anyone. We all started
sketching. We could watch the bright LED display on the timer and
knew exactly how much longer he would hold that pose. When the
timer went off, John put his robe on and walked around the
classroom with Mr. Jacobs looking at the sketches while he took a
break. All in all John gave us six different poses to sketch. He
was very professional and I could tell John was also an artist by
some of the comments he made to Mr. Jacobs. After class about 15
of us hung around the classroom looking at each other's drawings.
A discussion got started about becoming a nude art model. Mostly
the topic was who would have the nerve to do it. A young student
named Mike was boasting that he could do it.

Mike said, "We are all artists
here. The naked body is nothing to be ashamed of. We are adults
and can be professional about this. I will pose for anyone here
to draw if they will return the favor and pose for me. I intend
to get better at drawing the human form. I am serious with this
offer. Is anyone interested?"

No one responded and the group
drifted apart. I caught up with Mike and said, "I didn't want the
class to know, but I will trade posing sessions with you so we
can practice." He agreed and I gave him my phone number. When I
was getting in my car I began to have second doubts. Why did I
tell him I would? What was I thinking? I was only thinking that
if he was mature enough to pose for me, I would like the chance
to practice. I didn't give the return favor much thought. Could I
pose for him naked? I had a nice trim body and was not ashamed of
it. Still, I had knots in my stomach the rest of the night. The
next morning after thinking about it most of the night I decided
I could do it. It made me feel more alive stepping out of my
comfort zone. Mike called me that evening and asked if I would
be more comfortable sketching at my place or his apartment. I had
been thinking that he would ask and I told him his apartment. He
gave me the address and we decided on Saturday afternoon as we
were both free.

I took a shower and dressed
casually in jeans and a blouse. I made sure I had everything I
needed in my art bag. Then I grabbed my sketch pad and drove to
Mike's apartment. He lived in a nice apartment complex in a good
neighborhood. Mike opened the door when I knocked and I walked
in. You could tell he was a bachelor. There were paintings and
drawings all over the apartment. Some of his finished works were
framed and some not. I saw a number of sketches that were only
partially painted.

"Look around at my work while I get
you something to drink. I have soda, ice tea, and beer. Which
would you prefer?"

I told him ice tea, no sugar. Mike
was very talented, more so than I had realized by seeing his work
in class.

"You do nice work." I commented as
I looked through so of his drawings and paintings.

"Thanks," He said handing me the
glass of ice tea. I sat on Mike's sofa and talked a little about
each other. Mike was 25 years old and 13 years younger than I
was. A few of his pieces got honors in some of the more
prestigious local shows. Mike was hoping to land a job as a
commercial artist.

"Are you ready to sketch?" Mike
asked when I finished my drink.

I told him I was and he led me into
his drawing room. There was drawing stacked all along the walls.
The room was very well lighted, the drapes were closed and Mike
had a nice slant drawing desk and deluxe high back office
chair.

"Have a seat and tell me when
you're ready." Mike said nodding toward the chair.

I got my sketching pencils out and
opened my drawing pad. "Okay, ready when you are."

Mike went in the next room and got
a folding chair and towel like the model in our class. Then he
went back in the next room to take his clothes off. I felt
nervous but convinced I could do this.

"I won't time this." Mike said as
he walked into the room naked. "Take all the time you need." Mike
sat on the chair and clasped his hands together behind his head.
His legs were spread naturally exposing his entire front. He
looked up toward the ceiling avoiding eye contact. Then he said,
"Just take your time, I am comfortable."

I sketched his chest, torso and
legs. I was not going to add arms, head or feet to this one. Once
I had the outline I started to concentrate on the details. Mike's
flaccid penis was thick and rested on his scrotum. I wanted to
draw his chest details first but my eye was drawn to his genitals
so I decided to start there. Mike was still like a statue. He
never looked at me and didn't talk. He had a classic body, nicely
proportioned and muscled. I felt myself becoming aroused, not
just because he was naked but the whole idea became exciting to
me. I could not believe I was doing this. I fought the urge down
and concentrated on my drawing. As his body started to appear on
my page and I worked on the lines and detail, my arousal
subsided. After about 20 minutes passed I decided to stop as I
knew Mike would be getting tired and I captured the parts of him
I wanted and they looked good.

"Okay Mike, come see how I
did."

Mike walked over and stood next to
me to see the drawing. His penis was about two feet from my face.
I looked back at my drawing.

"You're very good, my proportions
are pretty accurate. Pubic hair is hard to capture, it takes
practice. I like the shading here by my balls and around my right
knee. You did very good overall." Mike commented.

"If you're not ready to pose today,
we can do it another time. I know this might be awkward for
you."

"Get me a clean towel and I will be
right back." I said bravely, forcing myself to finish what I
started. I took off my clothes and put them on the bed. Mike got
me a fresh towel and put his on the art chair and sat there naked
behind the drawing desk waiting to draw me. He was not
embarrassed at all and I guess he figured I just saw it all
anyway.

"I'll give you the same pose so we
can compare." I said as I came in naked and took the same
position on the chair. My hands clasped behind my head. Looking
left and up toward the ceiling. I spread my legs perhaps just a
bit wider than Mike; so he could capture the detail better. I
could hear the pencil pulling across the paper as Mike sketched.
I could tell when he was drawing and when he was shading. I let
my mind drift in fantasy while staring at the ceiling to help the
time pass easier. I was smiling to myself for actually doing this
and overcoming my inhibitions. I was quite proud of
myself.

I heard Mike say, "All done. Come
see." I was amazed at the drawing, Mike was so much better than I
was.

"You're quite an artist Mike, that
sketch is quite flattering." I said with a smile.

"You have a great body. I could
draw you all day." Mike said complimenting me.

"Maybe we could do this again
sometime." Mike said sincerely.

"You go ahead and get dressed, I
will wait here." He added.

As I turned to go to the bedroom I
could see Mike's erection poking up the towel where he tried to
hide it.

"I have a lot more to learn than
you do Mike. I could learn a lot from you. I would be happy to
do this again." I said grinning to myself as I went to get
dressed.

I heard Mike say as I was leaving
the room, "I could learn a lot from you too."